Friday, 24 February 2012
Canada . . . in my shoes
My boyfriend Daniel moved to Canada two months ago to chase a dream he’s always had – to spend a winter season at a ski resort. And as much as I’d like to think myself an independent, modern female, I inevitably chose to listen to my heart and followed him.
And the thing is . . . I've joined a blogging competition and need your help to win it. I need to build a following for a new blog I created, generating lots of comments and discussions. So if you have time, can you please create a free profile at womeninfocus.com.au and then log in and comment on my blog post, of which you've read only the introduction to above?
The rest of the post can be read at https://www.womeninfocus.com.au/blogs/melodynotes/2012/02/23/canada-in-my-shoes
Thanks!
Wednesday, 8 February 2012
iPhone Stripey Sock
Designed and knitted this as a gift for Faith. Great way to stash bust, particularly because it uses only a minute amount of yarn, so you can even use up those little bits and bobs that are too short to be useful and too long to be thrown out.
Excitingly, I wrote up the pattern for this as well (granted, it's not that complicated).
If you would like to download the pattern, you can do so at my MelT Creations website or from Ravelry.
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
The Last Survivor: Genelle Guzman-McMillan
Published in Signs of the Times, January-February 2012.
pdf available.
And if you're interested, my (almost) complete writing portfolio can be found here.
Sunday, 15 January 2012
First knitting pattern
I wrote up my very first knitting pattern! It's for the Gnomeo Beanie that I made for D a few months back.
I'm starting to venture into making my own creations territory and hopefully this will signify many more new patterns and designs to come!
If you would like to download the pattern, you can do so at my MelT Creations website or from Ravelry.
And if you spot any mistakes, please let me know!
I'm starting to venture into making my own creations territory and hopefully this will signify many more new patterns and designs to come!
If you would like to download the pattern, you can do so at my MelT Creations website or from Ravelry.
And if you spot any mistakes, please let me know!
Friday, 13 January 2012
Onward cowl!
Yippees! This arrived in the mail for me today which means I can finally continue working on my cowl!
This has been one of my longest "easy" project. In theory, it shouldn't have taken me this long (and I'm not finished yet!), but between everything that was going on in my life, this project fell by the wayside, particularly after I ran out of yarn. I just never attempted to purchase a new ball.
However, I'm really looking forward to the finished product (oh when will that be?). Made from WOOLganic Knitter’s Yarn, it is 100% certified organic Australian merino wool, which means it's soft, cosy, non-scratchy, warm and nasty chemicals-free. So it's going to be so nice around my neck, which is a rather sensitive spot.
At the moment, I'm really hoping I'll finish it in time for when I move to where the maximum temperature is a chilly -7 degrees (celcius) today!
And if you would like to get yourself some of this scrumptious yarn, I got mine from Little Sparrow. It seems like a nice little shop (have never been there) that is owned by a real creative lady. Fair prices, low postage (I hate paying postage) and quick service! Very happy.
This has been one of my longest "easy" project. In theory, it shouldn't have taken me this long (and I'm not finished yet!), but between everything that was going on in my life, this project fell by the wayside, particularly after I ran out of yarn. I just never attempted to purchase a new ball.
However, I'm really looking forward to the finished product (oh when will that be?). Made from WOOLganic Knitter’s Yarn, it is 100% certified organic Australian merino wool, which means it's soft, cosy, non-scratchy, warm and nasty chemicals-free. So it's going to be so nice around my neck, which is a rather sensitive spot.
At the moment, I'm really hoping I'll finish it in time for when I move to where the maximum temperature is a chilly -7 degrees (celcius) today!
And if you would like to get yourself some of this scrumptious yarn, I got mine from Little Sparrow. It seems like a nice little shop (have never been there) that is owned by a real creative lady. Fair prices, low postage (I hate paying postage) and quick service! Very happy.
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
RIP Mouse
I suppose I should have given it a better name after being my faithful companion for seven years. It spent at least eight hours a day, four days a week (and four hours every Friday) with me and the best I can come up with is "Mouse" - and that only thought of a few minutes ago.
It followed me when I moved first into a new office building a few hundred metres away and then into two different offices during that time. First it helped me write media releases. Then it helped me write news articles and television scripts. The last thing it did was help me edit articles and write my own.
But today, Mouse gave up the ghost.
Mouse now sits at the bottom of its paper-filled grave called my bin, because it finally realised it deserved a much-needed rest. Maybe it was because I didn't give it a break over the Christmas holidays.
It bears the scars of its long service. The silver varnish on the left mouse button has been rubbed down, revealing its white plastic after all the caressing done by my index finger. The right mouse button fared better, only turning a slightly light grey-green colour, but only because it's not a very well-used button. And where my palm rests . . . let's just say it's kind of gleaming.
No longer does the left mouse button work, unless under much duress. But when using it gives my index finger an incredible sore, I thought it time to move on with my life and acquire a new one.
Bye bye Mouse. You have been a good and faithful servant.
And in case you're wondering what Mouse is resting on, I found this weird picture of a coffin couch here.
It followed me when I moved first into a new office building a few hundred metres away and then into two different offices during that time. First it helped me write media releases. Then it helped me write news articles and television scripts. The last thing it did was help me edit articles and write my own.
But today, Mouse gave up the ghost.
Mouse now sits at the bottom of its paper-filled grave called my bin, because it finally realised it deserved a much-needed rest. Maybe it was because I didn't give it a break over the Christmas holidays.
It bears the scars of its long service. The silver varnish on the left mouse button has been rubbed down, revealing its white plastic after all the caressing done by my index finger. The right mouse button fared better, only turning a slightly light grey-green colour, but only because it's not a very well-used button. And where my palm rests . . . let's just say it's kind of gleaming.
No longer does the left mouse button work, unless under much duress. But when using it gives my index finger an incredible sore, I thought it time to move on with my life and acquire a new one.
Bye bye Mouse. You have been a good and faithful servant.
And in case you're wondering what Mouse is resting on, I found this weird picture of a coffin couch here.
Monday, 9 January 2012
Space Invaders (from Slate.com)
As an editor, receiving manuscripts with a double space after a full-stop (period) is a personal pet peeve. So I am so grateful for articles like this from slate.com that explains why we should never do it.
Sunday, 8 January 2012
Relax already
I have an extremely bad habit that I've recognised and have been trying to shake for years. I succeeded for a few years, but I'm beginning to discover that it's coming back with a vengeance.
I can't seem to relax.
By that I mean I need to be in a constant state of doing something "productive". I feel like I'm wasting my time if I'm relaxing, doing nothing, watching TV . . . I think it's why I took up knitting so enthusiastically. So that I'm actually doing something I feel is productive, instead of simply sitting on a couch, watching TV.
It's also probably why I decided to take up post-graduate studies. So that when work's over, I don't just have the opportunity to relax and chill out in the evenings/weekends, I actually have something I deem productive to do.
I'm a fiend when it comes to to-do lists. I love writing them and ticking them off. I'm always thinking of something else to add to it and get this immense sense of satisfaction when I am able to cross them out.
I don't believe myself when I look at my day and realise that perhaps, I don't really have anything else to do and I can spend some time reading a book or watching TV. Instead, I potter around the house looking for something to clean, rearrange or pack.
I feel like I need to be in this constant flux of activity, doing something, creating something.
Wanting to be productive is not a bad thing, but when you get to the point where you feel like you need to be doing something all the time, I think it's time to get some kind of help.
The lucky thing is that because of my religious beliefs, Saturday is a special day for me in which I try to connect with God, obeying his directives to take some time out to rest. So instead of buzzing with activity all the time, I manage to find one day a week to disconnect from it all. But come Sunday, I'm panicking again if I've got nothing to do.
What is it with life that we can't feel that we can relax anymore? That we actually feel guilty about simply enjoying being in the moment? We've been pushed too often to succeed, to achieve, to be productive that perhaps sometimes, we're wanting to attain too much, forgetting the need to step away and recharge.
I'm looking forward to the day when I can enjoy my Friday evening pamper sessions without feeling guilty. At the moment, it feels more like a task that I have to do, and not a special treat, which defeats the whole purpose!
I can't seem to relax.
By that I mean I need to be in a constant state of doing something "productive". I feel like I'm wasting my time if I'm relaxing, doing nothing, watching TV . . . I think it's why I took up knitting so enthusiastically. So that I'm actually doing something I feel is productive, instead of simply sitting on a couch, watching TV.
It's also probably why I decided to take up post-graduate studies. So that when work's over, I don't just have the opportunity to relax and chill out in the evenings/weekends, I actually have something I deem productive to do.
I'm a fiend when it comes to to-do lists. I love writing them and ticking them off. I'm always thinking of something else to add to it and get this immense sense of satisfaction when I am able to cross them out.
I don't believe myself when I look at my day and realise that perhaps, I don't really have anything else to do and I can spend some time reading a book or watching TV. Instead, I potter around the house looking for something to clean, rearrange or pack.
I feel like I need to be in this constant flux of activity, doing something, creating something.
Wanting to be productive is not a bad thing, but when you get to the point where you feel like you need to be doing something all the time, I think it's time to get some kind of help.
The lucky thing is that because of my religious beliefs, Saturday is a special day for me in which I try to connect with God, obeying his directives to take some time out to rest. So instead of buzzing with activity all the time, I manage to find one day a week to disconnect from it all. But come Sunday, I'm panicking again if I've got nothing to do.
What is it with life that we can't feel that we can relax anymore? That we actually feel guilty about simply enjoying being in the moment? We've been pushed too often to succeed, to achieve, to be productive that perhaps sometimes, we're wanting to attain too much, forgetting the need to step away and recharge.
I'm looking forward to the day when I can enjoy my Friday evening pamper sessions without feeling guilty. At the moment, it feels more like a task that I have to do, and not a special treat, which defeats the whole purpose!
Friday, 6 January 2012
Review: The Alchemist
It's
no wonder this book is an international bestseller. The little nuggets
of wisdom, the amazing insights into life and the simplicity of style
makes this book such a joy to read.
I know I've been rather late getting on to the bandwagon and in all honestly, I wouldn't even have read this book if I hadn't found it amongst D's pile of things.
The introduction of the book had my absorbed. This talk of fufilling one's Personal Legend intrigued me and spoke to something in my heart. I wanted to know more, because I could relate.
Too often, we lose our dreams, our deepest passions to a number of seemingly insurmountable obstacles, when at the core of it, we're simply afraid. Afraid of chasing our dreams. Afraid of the difficulties we may face. And sometimes, even afraid of achieving those dreams. We look around us and there are people everywhere who never get to achieve their dreams, so why should we?
Reading The Alchemist was an absolute pleasure. I felt like I needed a highlighter or a notepad and pen to jot down the thought-provoking and insightful quotes I come across. Quotes to inspire us. Quotes to spur us. Quotes to encourage us to go on. To go on searching for what makes us truly come alive.
It has all the elements of what life would be, if only we can overcome our fear and trust in God/fate/Soul of the World, or whoever we believe guides our lives. Because when we do so, "the universe conspires to help us achieve [our dreams]".
The only regret I have? Not picking this book up earlier.
And if you're interested, my (almost) complete writing portfolio can be found here.
I know I've been rather late getting on to the bandwagon and in all honestly, I wouldn't even have read this book if I hadn't found it amongst D's pile of things.
The introduction of the book had my absorbed. This talk of fufilling one's Personal Legend intrigued me and spoke to something in my heart. I wanted to know more, because I could relate.
Too often, we lose our dreams, our deepest passions to a number of seemingly insurmountable obstacles, when at the core of it, we're simply afraid. Afraid of chasing our dreams. Afraid of the difficulties we may face. And sometimes, even afraid of achieving those dreams. We look around us and there are people everywhere who never get to achieve their dreams, so why should we?
Reading The Alchemist was an absolute pleasure. I felt like I needed a highlighter or a notepad and pen to jot down the thought-provoking and insightful quotes I come across. Quotes to inspire us. Quotes to spur us. Quotes to encourage us to go on. To go on searching for what makes us truly come alive.
It has all the elements of what life would be, if only we can overcome our fear and trust in God/fate/Soul of the World, or whoever we believe guides our lives. Because when we do so, "the universe conspires to help us achieve [our dreams]".
The only regret I have? Not picking this book up earlier.
And if you're interested, my (almost) complete writing portfolio can be found here.
Thursday, 5 January 2012
Milestones
Is there nothing to look forward to in life besides having a baby, once you've reached a certain age?
For the last month or so, I've been counting down the weeks on Facebook to a much anticipated trip coming up in February.
Every week without fail, I would have a different friend assume my "xx weeks" status update has something to do with me being pregnant.
Can't a girl look forward to . . . oh, a new car, a trip to the hairdressers, a holiday, the arrival of new shoes, a visit from a friend or simply practice her ability to count, without being mistaken for being pregnant?
It's funny how life seems to be marked by certain events that "matter" - graduation, finding a partner/spouse, babies, death (ok, I don't think too many people look forward to death . . . ) - and everything else just falls by the wayside. We live our lives hoping to achieve these milestones and fail to recognise or anticipate other events that excite us or bring us joy.
Having a baby is a wonderful thing, but perhaps it may not be the only thing we ought to look forward to with eagerness. We need to live our lives with more fun. Let us enjoy the little things, even if they may not be considered a milestone by society's standards.
Image: digitalart / FreeDigitalPhotos.net
For the last month or so, I've been counting down the weeks on Facebook to a much anticipated trip coming up in February.
Every week without fail, I would have a different friend assume my "xx weeks" status update has something to do with me being pregnant.
Can't a girl look forward to . . . oh, a new car, a trip to the hairdressers, a holiday, the arrival of new shoes, a visit from a friend or simply practice her ability to count, without being mistaken for being pregnant?
It's funny how life seems to be marked by certain events that "matter" - graduation, finding a partner/spouse, babies, death (ok, I don't think too many people look forward to death . . . ) - and everything else just falls by the wayside. We live our lives hoping to achieve these milestones and fail to recognise or anticipate other events that excite us or bring us joy.
Having a baby is a wonderful thing, but perhaps it may not be the only thing we ought to look forward to with eagerness. We need to live our lives with more fun. Let us enjoy the little things, even if they may not be considered a milestone by society's standards.
Image: digitalart / FreeDigitalPhotos.net
Monday, 2 January 2012
Canadian New Year beanies
It's been a while since I last posted about a knitting project. I did start on a new project - a really easy one - but was taking my time, largely because I was doing two subjects at uni this last semester and couldn't seem to find any free time.
The holidays started and I returned to the project, but then I ran out of yarn. I haven't bought any yet and it's funny, but once you get out of the habit of doing something, it's hard to find the motivation to start again.
However, after getting my free spinning wheel for Christmas, I decided I better get back to knitting, in order to use up all the yarn currently sitting under my bed. This makes sense once you realise it's so that I can justify buying roving to spin more yarn.
Little did I realise that once I started, I would finish not one, but two projects in a day! I felt like a knitting machine!
Don't think I'm a super-fast knitter though. The yarn was rather bulky, I was using large needles and the pattern is super-easy. So I started 2012 watching We of the Never Never and Going Postal (both excellent films) and finishing these two projects, pom-poms and all!
I'm really pleased with the super-soft, super-squishy, super-warm merino yarn that I used because it was purchased at a super-cheap price from eBay. There weren't quite enough to make a full beanie in one colour (story of my life. I never seem to have enough yarn to finish a project in one colour), but I think I improvised to make it work because now I have matching beanies for D and myself!
These will hopefully keep our heads warm in the freezing Canadian winter.
Pattern here (from one of my favourite designers).
The holidays started and I returned to the project, but then I ran out of yarn. I haven't bought any yet and it's funny, but once you get out of the habit of doing something, it's hard to find the motivation to start again.
However, after getting my free spinning wheel for Christmas, I decided I better get back to knitting, in order to use up all the yarn currently sitting under my bed. This makes sense once you realise it's so that I can justify buying roving to spin more yarn.
Little did I realise that once I started, I would finish not one, but two projects in a day! I felt like a knitting machine!
Don't think I'm a super-fast knitter though. The yarn was rather bulky, I was using large needles and the pattern is super-easy. So I started 2012 watching We of the Never Never and Going Postal (both excellent films) and finishing these two projects, pom-poms and all!
I'm really pleased with the super-soft, super-squishy, super-warm merino yarn that I used because it was purchased at a super-cheap price from eBay. There weren't quite enough to make a full beanie in one colour (story of my life. I never seem to have enough yarn to finish a project in one colour), but I think I improvised to make it work because now I have matching beanies for D and myself!
These will hopefully keep our heads warm in the freezing Canadian winter.
Pattern here (from one of my favourite designers).
Sunday, 1 January 2012
New Year, new kettle
What better way to start a new year than with a "new" kettle? Ok, there are a million other better things you could do than start it with a new kettle, but I'm just really excited about this thing that I just discovered.
You know how your electric cordless kettle gets really black and gross after a few months'/years' worth of use? And no matter how much you scrub, it seems impossible to get rid of the gunk? And you don't really want to use harsh chemicals because you'd be drinking from the same container after?
Have I got a solution for you! And the best part is that it's non-toxic and completely safe for you.
It only requires one ingredient - a lemon. Oh, and water of course.
First you fill your kettle up to its maximum. Then you cut a lemon into about four pieces, squeeze the juice into the kettle and then drop the rest of the squeezed lemon in (yes, rind and all).
Boil the water, then let it cool for about an hour or so (more is fine). Boil again.
And viola! Amazingly clean kettle!
SorryI forgot to take before photos, but trust me, it was black and dark and looked like a cesspit before I gave it the lemon treatment. And the electric element thing at the bottom of the kettle is actually gleaming!
You know how your electric cordless kettle gets really black and gross after a few months'/years' worth of use? And no matter how much you scrub, it seems impossible to get rid of the gunk? And you don't really want to use harsh chemicals because you'd be drinking from the same container after?
Have I got a solution for you! And the best part is that it's non-toxic and completely safe for you.
It only requires one ingredient - a lemon. Oh, and water of course.
First you fill your kettle up to its maximum. Then you cut a lemon into about four pieces, squeeze the juice into the kettle and then drop the rest of the squeezed lemon in (yes, rind and all).
Boil the water, then let it cool for about an hour or so (more is fine). Boil again.
And viola! Amazingly clean kettle!
SorryI forgot to take before photos, but trust me, it was black and dark and looked like a cesspit before I gave it the lemon treatment. And the electric element thing at the bottom of the kettle is actually gleaming!
Saturday, 31 December 2011
Dreams
Whenever we do something that fills us with enthusiasm, we are following our legend. However, we don't all have the courage to confront our own dream.
Why?
We are told from childhood onward the everything we want to do is impossible. We grow up with this idea, and as the years accumulate, so too do the layers of prejudice, fear and guilt. There comes a time when our personal calling is so deeply buried in our soul as to be invisible. But it's still there.
~ Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
As 2011 draws to a close and we head towards a new year, may we all have the courage to chase our personal calling, digging up what we may have buried for far too long.
Tuesday, 27 December 2011
Freecycle . . . revisited
I have on several occasions extolled about the virtues of Freecycle (see here and here too) but I think today, I got the most exciting and amazing Freecycle item yet.
And if you're wondering what it is? It's an Ashford spinning wheel, used to make yarn (yes, the knitting kind) out of fibres.
I had been thinking of learning how to spin in a while now but have never gotten around to starting or purchasing a spinning wheel. I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw it on offer on Freecycle this morning, and nearly passed out from excitement when I was told it was still available, and at a place only about 30 minutes drive away!
The spinning wheel is rather dusty (the lady bought it in 1989 - 1989! - used it for a while and then kept in storage ever since) and it needs to be put together like an Ikea furniture, with an allen key and everything. I have been assured that even though it is in pieces, it still works and isn't broken. But hey, I got myself a spinning wheel.
I am so excited! Best Christmas present ever! Ok, maybe not ever, but it's certainly at the top of the list! And look how stylish I'll be spinning yarn in the future!
And if you're wondering what it is? It's an Ashford spinning wheel, used to make yarn (yes, the knitting kind) out of fibres.
I had been thinking of learning how to spin in a while now but have never gotten around to starting or purchasing a spinning wheel. I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw it on offer on Freecycle this morning, and nearly passed out from excitement when I was told it was still available, and at a place only about 30 minutes drive away!
The spinning wheel is rather dusty (the lady bought it in 1989 - 1989! - used it for a while and then kept in storage ever since) and it needs to be put together like an Ikea furniture, with an allen key and everything. I have been assured that even though it is in pieces, it still works and isn't broken. But hey, I got myself a spinning wheel.
I am so excited! Best Christmas present ever! Ok, maybe not ever, but it's certainly at the top of the list! And look how stylish I'll be spinning yarn in the future!
Monday, 26 December 2011
Review: The Day the Earth Stood Still
Managed to catch The Day the Earth Stood Still last night and while it wasn't the best movie in the world, it still kept my attention and got me thinking. Enough to actually write about it.
From what I can gather, the movie is actually a remake of of a 1951 film, which was an adaption from the 1940 short story, Farewell to the Master.
It started off as one of the natural calamities Armageddon-type show, but soon became a sci-fi Armageddon-type show. Unfortunately, while I didn't mind it, we immediately lost my housemate who didn't like sci-fi/alien shows (and felt thoroughly deceived).
You can read the plot here.
WARNING: SPOILER ALERT
What really struck me about the movie isn't the strong storyline (which there isn't much) or the fantastic acting (it was ok, and well, one can't fault it much when an eye-candy like Keanu Reeves is involved) but just how reminiscent it is to the story of Jesus.
I suppose you could argue that in the end, almost all stories are like the Christian story, Good versus bad. Redemption. Grace. Forgiveness. Sacrifice.
But it was still interesting how the alien Kiaatu is "born", somewhat immaculate and somewhat like another being taking on human form, so that he can communicate better with humans. (When Helen asks Kiaatu what his original form is like, he replies "it will only scare you", somewhat akin to how humans cannot "withstand" the glory of God.)
Humans are all too willing to conclude that because the alien is more powerful and unknown, it is therefore malevolent and must be destroyed (the first thing they do when he emerges from his "spaceship" is shoot him).
It's a great statement on human nature, of how we fear things we don't know and instead of seeking to understand it, decide to eliminate the perceived "threat". But it's also reminiscent of Jesus' life - misunderstood, persecuted, eventually killed.
Oh, and somewhere in the movie, Kiaatu walks on water and raises the dead to life as well.
I suppose the main difference between this movie and the Christian story is the reason why Kiaatu is here. Jesus came to save the human race. Kiaatu came to save the earth from the humans.
And yet, there is something that Kiaatu said that resonated with the environment lover in me:
One last similarity between the movie and the Christian story? Kiaatu falls in love with the human race, realises they aren't so bad after all, and sacrifices himself to save them. In the hopes and belief that they will change for the better.
The movie implies that it is only Kiaatu's human body that "dies", but not Kiaatu himself. Instead, he rises above earth in his spaceship and returns home.
Somewhat like another guy I know, this one real and not fictional, whose human body was killed, but who was resurrected and whose reason for dying was to sacrifice himself for our sins, granting us a second chance at life and an amazing opportunity at life everlasting and filled with hope.
By the way, my all time favourite scene in the movie? When Helen had her back turned and an army guy swoops down behind her from a helicopter, engulfs her in this ginormous bear hug and both of them are winched back into the helicopter, way above the tree lines. The retrieved Helen ends up seated in the helicopter, a bewildered look on her face.
I'm not doing much justice describing it, you have to watch it to enjoy it. I loved it so much, I watched it about four times, and laughed out loud every time.
From what I can gather, the movie is actually a remake of of a 1951 film, which was an adaption from the 1940 short story, Farewell to the Master.
It started off as one of the natural calamities Armageddon-type show, but soon became a sci-fi Armageddon-type show. Unfortunately, while I didn't mind it, we immediately lost my housemate who didn't like sci-fi/alien shows (and felt thoroughly deceived).
You can read the plot here.
WARNING: SPOILER ALERT
What really struck me about the movie isn't the strong storyline (which there isn't much) or the fantastic acting (it was ok, and well, one can't fault it much when an eye-candy like Keanu Reeves is involved) but just how reminiscent it is to the story of Jesus.
I suppose you could argue that in the end, almost all stories are like the Christian story, Good versus bad. Redemption. Grace. Forgiveness. Sacrifice.
But it was still interesting how the alien Kiaatu is "born", somewhat immaculate and somewhat like another being taking on human form, so that he can communicate better with humans. (When Helen asks Kiaatu what his original form is like, he replies "it will only scare you", somewhat akin to how humans cannot "withstand" the glory of God.)
Humans are all too willing to conclude that because the alien is more powerful and unknown, it is therefore malevolent and must be destroyed (the first thing they do when he emerges from his "spaceship" is shoot him).
It's a great statement on human nature, of how we fear things we don't know and instead of seeking to understand it, decide to eliminate the perceived "threat". But it's also reminiscent of Jesus' life - misunderstood, persecuted, eventually killed.
Oh, and somewhere in the movie, Kiaatu walks on water and raises the dead to life as well.
I suppose the main difference between this movie and the Christian story is the reason why Kiaatu is here. Jesus came to save the human race. Kiaatu came to save the earth from the humans.
And yet, there is something that Kiaatu said that resonated with the environment lover in me:
If the Earth dies, you die. If you die, the Earth survives. There are only a handful of planets in the cosmos that are capable of supporting complex life. This one can't be allowed to perish. We've watched, we've waited and hoped that you *would* change. It's reached the tipping point. We have to act. We'll undo the damage you've done and give the Earth a chance to begin again.This isn't about climate change (ok, maybe it is a little), but more about the fact that by our very actions, we are destroying the earth. If there really were guardians of Earth out there, how would they perceive us?
One last similarity between the movie and the Christian story? Kiaatu falls in love with the human race, realises they aren't so bad after all, and sacrifices himself to save them. In the hopes and belief that they will change for the better.
The movie implies that it is only Kiaatu's human body that "dies", but not Kiaatu himself. Instead, he rises above earth in his spaceship and returns home.
Somewhat like another guy I know, this one real and not fictional, whose human body was killed, but who was resurrected and whose reason for dying was to sacrifice himself for our sins, granting us a second chance at life and an amazing opportunity at life everlasting and filled with hope.
By the way, my all time favourite scene in the movie? When Helen had her back turned and an army guy swoops down behind her from a helicopter, engulfs her in this ginormous bear hug and both of them are winched back into the helicopter, way above the tree lines. The retrieved Helen ends up seated in the helicopter, a bewildered look on her face.
I'm not doing much justice describing it, you have to watch it to enjoy it. I loved it so much, I watched it about four times, and laughed out loud every time.
Sunday, 25 December 2011
Saturday, 24 December 2011
She's perfect!
I've just started using Facebook's Timeline and it has been interesting looking at posts I've made from way back in 2007.
Most of them are pretty mundane "I'm going to the gym", "I'm hungry" kind of stuff. But there were some not too pleasant whinging about people or life as well.
One of the thing that Timeline does when you start using it is give you a seven-day grace to go through your old posts and decide what you want to show and what you want to delete. So I ended up deleting all the negative not-so-nice posts.
But it got me thinking about our online persona. If you're anything like me, things that are online never accidentally land there. There is a specific reason why they're there. And the sad, nasty or truly private stuff will never see the light of day.
It's the mundane, the amusing or the "perfect" that we tend to see. How we treat our Facebook pages/blogs are exactly like how photos of models get airbrushed before they get published in magazines. It's not . . . real.
And yet, it has a tendency for us to feel inadequate or imperfect when we look at other people's lives, when we stalk their Facebook pages, to see them so happy, so content, having so much fun. But it's not real and all it does is give us this feeling of inaptness and dissatisfaction.
I'm not saying social media's bad. I still like stalking my Facebook friends (tee hee!). I'm just trying to remind myself that I really have no need to compare it to others or desire what I feel I don't have.
Wednesday, 21 December 2011
Help?
How easy do you find it to offer help to someone?
What about asking someone for help?
When a friend calls me up for "a favour" or even when I see a perfect stranger struggling, I don't generally have a problem offering assistance. I don't see it as an issue, and one really does get some sort of warm fuzzies when you've done that good deed for the day.
But when it comes to asking for help, life isn't quite so rosy.
I hate asking friends for favours. I feel like I'm encroaching on their time. I feel like I'm being a burden. I feel like I'm being difficult. I feel like I'm inconveniencing them.
I just hate asking for help.
And yet, one cannot go through life without ever asking for help. And perhaps I need to give my friends the credit that when I do ask them for help, they don't think about the trouble they have to go through. Instead, they simply want to help because that's the kind of people they are.
The Bible says, "You obey the law of Christ when you offer each other a helping hand" (Galatians 6:2).
If every one of us were self-sufficient, how in the world are we ever going to offer anyone a helping hand?
What about asking someone for help?
When a friend calls me up for "a favour" or even when I see a perfect stranger struggling, I don't generally have a problem offering assistance. I don't see it as an issue, and one really does get some sort of warm fuzzies when you've done that good deed for the day.
But when it comes to asking for help, life isn't quite so rosy.
I hate asking friends for favours. I feel like I'm encroaching on their time. I feel like I'm being a burden. I feel like I'm being difficult. I feel like I'm inconveniencing them.
I just hate asking for help.
And yet, one cannot go through life without ever asking for help. And perhaps I need to give my friends the credit that when I do ask them for help, they don't think about the trouble they have to go through. Instead, they simply want to help because that's the kind of people they are.
The Bible says, "You obey the law of Christ when you offer each other a helping hand" (Galatians 6:2).
If every one of us were self-sufficient, how in the world are we ever going to offer anyone a helping hand?
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
Alumni?
This is an appeal to anyone who is in possession of the Macquarie Dictionary.
If you can find the definition for the word "alumni" or "alumnus", can you kindly tell me which page it is on?
For the life of me (and three others), I cannot find the word any where in my Mac Dictionary.
Does the word not exist? Is it not really a word? Considering I've graduated from uni and have always thought of myself as an alumni, what am I now?
Going through an identity crisis?
p/s: And don't be a smarty-pants by giving me the definition of "alumni". I know what it means. I just want to find it in my dictionary.
If you can find the definition for the word "alumni" or "alumnus", can you kindly tell me which page it is on?
For the life of me (and three others), I cannot find the word any where in my Mac Dictionary.
Does the word not exist? Is it not really a word? Considering I've graduated from uni and have always thought of myself as an alumni, what am I now?
Going through an identity crisis?
p/s: And don't be a smarty-pants by giving me the definition of "alumni". I know what it means. I just want to find it in my dictionary.
Monday, 19 December 2011
Tangerine Tango
Pantone has announced their colour of the year for 2012. I actually find it worthy to blog about not because I'm a colour nerd, but simply because I'm partial to orange.
I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to incorporate the colour into my life next year, or if it will even feature much. I'm just glad orange finally gets a mention. It's a colour that doesn't feature very much in everyday items (why isn't my favourite colour pink?!) and so I always get extremely pleased when it shows up some where.
And "spirited", "energy boost", "move forward" . . . these are all words I could use as this year draws to a close and we head towards 2012.
Thursday, 8 December 2011
Always read before you publish
Thank goodness I have an editor too. Otherwise, this might have gotten through:
"It is from Noah and his family that the entire human race has descended. Evidence for this global catastrophe can be seen in the geological strata . . ."
Wednesday, 7 December 2011
A reminder
"Many of us are inundated with the Internet, whether or not we carry
it around with us. It’s not all bad, of course. But even the good
aspects of the Internet can lead us to unhealthy patterns. The gift of
connection from sites like Facebook and Twitter can lead to comparisons,
judgment and self-centeredness. At their worst, these phantoms of true
connection makes us more lonely, not less.
Or, if you’re like me, you’re addicted to creative blogs and sites like Pinterest. But even these can lead me to discontent and greed, making me wish I had more stuff or money, or was a better mom, or wife, or cook, or could craft memorable Christmas gifts out of vintage lace tablecloths and tree bark.
The Internet gives us a lot: information, communication, entertainment and creativity. But it also robs us of the precious gift of time and true relationships. Real creativity and inspiration usually find us when we step out of the technological haze and engage with God, creation and those around us"
Taken from Relevant magazine's "When Everyday Habits Turn Deadly", by Bonnie McMaken
Or, if you’re like me, you’re addicted to creative blogs and sites like Pinterest. But even these can lead me to discontent and greed, making me wish I had more stuff or money, or was a better mom, or wife, or cook, or could craft memorable Christmas gifts out of vintage lace tablecloths and tree bark.
The Internet gives us a lot: information, communication, entertainment and creativity. But it also robs us of the precious gift of time and true relationships. Real creativity and inspiration usually find us when we step out of the technological haze and engage with God, creation and those around us"
Taken from Relevant magazine's "When Everyday Habits Turn Deadly", by Bonnie McMaken
Friday, 11 November 2011
The art of levitating
I'm still not quite sure how she does it but I'm duly impressed.
Yowayowa takes self-portraits of her levitating and while I'm pretty sure she doesn't actually know how to levitate, the technique she uses to show her doing ordinary things while levitating leaves me stumped.
It just looks so . . . effortless.
Am pretty sure a more knowledgeable camera person than myself would figure this out in seconds, but I continue to remain awed.
Also, I like what she says, "yowayowa is a Japanese term meaning "weak" or "feeble." Since I'm yowayowa, it's really heavy to carry SLR cameras around."
Thursday, 10 November 2011
Depression: the Deadly Killer
Published in Signs of the Times, November 2011.
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Tuesday, 8 November 2011
Lateral thinking, people
The saga of my name continues.
Phone operator: "What's your name again?"
Me: "Melody. Like in music?"
Operator: "How do you spell it?"
Me: "M-e-l-o-d-y"
Operator: "M-u . . . wait, what? How do you spell it?"
Me: "M-e-l-o-d-y"
Operator: "Oh, Melody! That's nothing like music!"
Me: *facepalm*
Phone operator: "What's your name again?"
Me: "Melody. Like in music?"
Operator: "How do you spell it?"
Me: "M-e-l-o-d-y"
Operator: "M-u . . . wait, what? How do you spell it?"
Me: "M-e-l-o-d-y"
Operator: "Oh, Melody! That's nothing like music!"
Me: *facepalm*
Monday, 7 November 2011
Grounded
It's amazing how things work out for the best even when you first perceive it as somewhat of a disaster.
It all started when I was deemed less important than refreshments. We had organised a work function in New Zealand last week that I was meant to attend. However, our budget was such that we couldn't afford refreshments. It would have been fine because the function was such that refreshments weren't particularly necessary.
However, some of our NZ counterparts thought otherwise and believed they were crucial. So in order to make up for the shortfall, my budget was axed (I volunteered the idea) and I had to stay in Australia so that however much it might cost to fly me to NZ could make up for part of the costs of refreshments.
I wasn't particularly upset about it by any means. I didn't think my part in NZ was crucial, and if it meant saving a few bucks to help what was obviously an important thing, I was happy to not go. I just thought it funny to declare, "I was chosen over drinks."
Anyway, it turned out to be a bigger blessing than I could ever ask for. I was due to fly out on a Friday, but I started a series of event on Thursday that required me to be in Australia on Friday. If I had left that day, what I had started may not have been accomplished, which would not have been very pleasant.
Also, on Sunday, the day I was supposed to fly back from NZ, this happened. Qantas grounded all their flights. Who knows when I would have been able to return to Australia if I had gone to NZ. Who knows what would have happened to the project that I started on Thursday if I weren't back in Australia on Monday.
From my Christian point of view, I can only attribute it to God. I had prayed fervently about this project that I had started on Thursday. I was way out of my depth with it and had asked God for all His guidance and help.
I think he's answering my prayers.
My project hasn't finished and I've been rather stressed over the last two weeks, but while there is a sense of nervousness, there is the knowledge that in the end, it's all going to work out because He's in charge.
It all started when I was deemed less important than refreshments. We had organised a work function in New Zealand last week that I was meant to attend. However, our budget was such that we couldn't afford refreshments. It would have been fine because the function was such that refreshments weren't particularly necessary.
However, some of our NZ counterparts thought otherwise and believed they were crucial. So in order to make up for the shortfall, my budget was axed (I volunteered the idea) and I had to stay in Australia so that however much it might cost to fly me to NZ could make up for part of the costs of refreshments.
I wasn't particularly upset about it by any means. I didn't think my part in NZ was crucial, and if it meant saving a few bucks to help what was obviously an important thing, I was happy to not go. I just thought it funny to declare, "I was chosen over drinks."
Anyway, it turned out to be a bigger blessing than I could ever ask for. I was due to fly out on a Friday, but I started a series of event on Thursday that required me to be in Australia on Friday. If I had left that day, what I had started may not have been accomplished, which would not have been very pleasant.
Also, on Sunday, the day I was supposed to fly back from NZ, this happened. Qantas grounded all their flights. Who knows when I would have been able to return to Australia if I had gone to NZ. Who knows what would have happened to the project that I started on Thursday if I weren't back in Australia on Monday.
From my Christian point of view, I can only attribute it to God. I had prayed fervently about this project that I had started on Thursday. I was way out of my depth with it and had asked God for all His guidance and help.
I think he's answering my prayers.
My project hasn't finished and I've been rather stressed over the last two weeks, but while there is a sense of nervousness, there is the knowledge that in the end, it's all going to work out because He's in charge.
Tuesday, 25 October 2011
Mokies (mo-cookies)
I found what I was looking for!
Made a test batch using a shortbread recipe and I'm really quite pleased with the result.
The main problem I had with the recipe was that the dough was a little too crumbly, making it a little difficult to ensure the mo stayed intact when you cut out the shapes. The instructions said to refrigerate the dough for about 30 minutes before cutting them but I reckon while it was good advice, I probably should have waited a few minutes after taking it out of the fridge before I cut it. That would give it time to soften up a little, which made it just that tad easier to separate from the cutter without breaking.
The recipe also said to roll the batter out till about 3mm thick, but I reckon it worked a lot better when it was a bit thicker. The mo shape stayed more intact when cut and it was also easier to stamp the pattern on the dough.
However, all isn't lost even if the mo breaks into half. Simply try to smooth the break together, pop it into the oven and viola! The break disappears.
These will work out great for Movember fundraising efforts.
And now we're mo twins!
Help support the Movember cause - donate at http://mobro.co/DanielBell
Recipe here.
Made a test batch using a shortbread recipe and I'm really quite pleased with the result.
The main problem I had with the recipe was that the dough was a little too crumbly, making it a little difficult to ensure the mo stayed intact when you cut out the shapes. The instructions said to refrigerate the dough for about 30 minutes before cutting them but I reckon while it was good advice, I probably should have waited a few minutes after taking it out of the fridge before I cut it. That would give it time to soften up a little, which made it just that tad easier to separate from the cutter without breaking.
The recipe also said to roll the batter out till about 3mm thick, but I reckon it worked a lot better when it was a bit thicker. The mo shape stayed more intact when cut and it was also easier to stamp the pattern on the dough.
However, all isn't lost even if the mo breaks into half. Simply try to smooth the break together, pop it into the oven and viola! The break disappears.
These will work out great for Movember fundraising efforts.
And now we're mo twins!
Help support the Movember cause - donate at http://mobro.co/DanielBell
Recipe here.
Friday, 21 October 2011
Movember
It's that time of the year again where men find a convenient excuse to not shave and end up all fuzzy looking. Movember is almost upon us and the mo' bros and mo' sis will be out in force, helping to raise funds and awareness on men's health.
Don't misunderstand the somewhat ironic tone of my voice. I have no problems with the movement or what it stands for at all. What with my dad falling victim to cancer (granted, bone cancer is not a uniquely men's issue) and D's dad being diagnosed with prostate cancer not too long ago, the issue is dear to me heart.
In fact, I support the movement so much that I'm contemplating getting myself one of these moustache cookie cutters and baking a few mo'kies and maybe selling them for Movember.
My main problem with this business is that my man got into the whole thing with much enthusiasm last Movember, and may have forgotten the point of it is to shave it all off when December comes around. So I've essentially been dating a gnome for the last 12 months.
Thursday, 20 October 2011
Foot in . . .
It's true. Your brain really does register what you want to see, not what is actually there.
Was editing an article entitled Your foot in His hand but throughout the entire process, the understanding that I got from the title was Your foot in His mouth.
It wasn't only after a few minutes, when I'm almost done editing the article, that I realised my understanding of the article is actually very different from what was actually there.
How careful are you when you read things? Do you truly understand what they're supposed to mean?
Was editing an article entitled Your foot in His hand but throughout the entire process, the understanding that I got from the title was Your foot in His mouth.
It wasn't only after a few minutes, when I'm almost done editing the article, that I realised my understanding of the article is actually very different from what was actually there.
How careful are you when you read things? Do you truly understand what they're supposed to mean?
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
Peanut butter cupcakes
It's been a while since my last forays into cupcakes but with a friend's birthday party coming up, I thought it was a good excuse to give it a go again.
I was having a hankering for peanut butter (and also trying to finish up my numerous half-eaten jars of peanut butter in the pantry) that I decided to modify a recipe I had for chocolate peanut butter cupcakes. Basically, I went without the chocolate and added a rather generous teaspoon of vanilla bean paste (I love this thing - it makes your cupcakes turn out with little black flakes of vanilla and smells amazing).
I made sure to avoid filling the papers too much with batter this time and I think they turned out quite well! I love the taste of the cupcakes. So much so that I think I will use this recipe again.
My forays into icing were not quite so successful (again) however:
I had bought this cake decoration kit a while back and the initial plan was to do like an ice-cream swirly thing on top. Unfortunately, my combination of lemon juice and icing sugar was just a bit too conservative and I ended up with this really thick paste that made it rather difficult to squeeze through the tube.
Then I overcompensated and made it a little too runny so in the end, I simply smeared some icing on top of the cake, sprinkled some coloured sprinkles and called it quits.
I love the taste of the zingy icing. I'm not sure I like how it looks. Oh well. Next time.
Recipe: modified from Chocolate Peanut Butter Cupcakes, from Cupcakes Galore by Gail Wagman.
Friday, 14 October 2011
'raffes
This picture makes me happy and no, it's got nothing to do with that rather delighted child.
Giraffes are probably one of my favourite animals in the world. My other favourites are alpacas, and I think I can see why I like them too, in a long-necked, owner of soft, warm and luscious yarn kind of way.
In all honesty, I don't know much about giraffes. It's not their amazing sense of loyalty (are they loyal?) or their strength (fancy a giraffe ploughing anyone?) that appeals to me. Heck, I don't even know if they actually "talk" like how cats meow and sheep baa. In a completely superficial way, I will admit I like giraffes simply because of the way they look.
The common use of orange and yellow to depict them is enough to win me over. Not to mention the crazy long neck. The strange splits that they have to do so that they can get close enough to the water to drink. The two horn things at the top of their heads. The random splotches of brown on a yellow skin. And that weird blue tongue.
I ♥ giraffes. Just thought I'd put it out there.
And isn't the artwork just gorgeous? You can get it as a wall decal or a t-shirt. Brilliant.
Giraffes are probably one of my favourite animals in the world. My other favourites are alpacas, and I think I can see why I like them too, in a long-necked, owner of soft, warm and luscious yarn kind of way.
In all honesty, I don't know much about giraffes. It's not their amazing sense of loyalty (are they loyal?) or their strength (fancy a giraffe ploughing anyone?) that appeals to me. Heck, I don't even know if they actually "talk" like how cats meow and sheep baa. In a completely superficial way, I will admit I like giraffes simply because of the way they look.
The common use of orange and yellow to depict them is enough to win me over. Not to mention the crazy long neck. The strange splits that they have to do so that they can get close enough to the water to drink. The two horn things at the top of their heads. The random splotches of brown on a yellow skin. And that weird blue tongue.
I ♥ giraffes. Just thought I'd put it out there.
And isn't the artwork just gorgeous? You can get it as a wall decal or a t-shirt. Brilliant.
Thursday, 6 October 2011
Sun-tan?
Because of the different-ness in my name, I often have to give people instructions on how to spell it.
"Melody as in music"
"Tan as in sun-tan"
That usually works . . . until today.
Me: "My last name is Tan. Like in sun-tan."
Girl on phone: "So, the last name is sun-tan?"
Who in the world has sun-tan as their last name?!?!?!??!
"Melody as in music"
"Tan as in sun-tan"
That usually works . . . until today.
Me: "My last name is Tan. Like in sun-tan."
Girl on phone: "So, the last name is sun-tan?"
Who in the world has sun-tan as their last name?!?!?!??!
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Saturday, 1 October 2011
S'mores cupcakes
I first had a s'more a few years back at a friend's place and true to its name, I really wanted some more, so I really couldn't pass up the idea of a s'more cupcake. I suppose I was more curious than anything as to how a s'more cupcake would turn out.
Think it might be all in the icing. The cake itself and finding chunks of chocolate (I used a block of Cadbury's chocolate) in every other bite was absolutely amazing, but as can be seen in picture above, my icing was a bit of a failure.
For reasons that still eludes me, my icing ended up being extremely running, which was nowhere near the marshmallow icing that it called for. It was full of golden syrup, which made it really sweet (in a good way), but the liquid nature made it a little hard to eat without making a mess.
Maybe I'll try the icing again one day, but probably not some time soon.
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| S'mores cupcakes cooling the evening before (with a brownie for company) |
Recipe: S'mores Cupcakes, from Cupcakes Galore by Gail Wagman.
Thursday, 29 September 2011
Just keep walking
I've just recently started the 10,000 steps challenge as part of work and am starting to discover just how sedentary my lifestyle is.
Day 1: Logged 8000 steps, but only because I went on a 50 minutes walk in the evening to boost my step count.
Day 2: Only logged a paltry 5000 steps. Luckily, it was gym night, so after 40 minutes of hard going on the cross training, I ended the day with 12000 steps.
Day 3: 6000 steps. No walk, no gym, just a normal couch potato day.
It's currently 5pm and I have only logged 4500 steps. I don't really have the motivation to go to the gym today, but looking at the number of steps, I'm starting to wonder if perhaps I should.
It's funny how when you've actually set a goal, you have this insatiable urge to achieve it. Now that I actually have this target of 10,000 steps a day, I find myself more willing to walk around the office. In fact, finding various excuses of things that I need to get done that requires me to walk.
Or maybe I'm just realising how inactive I am and that I perhaps need to move more for the sake of my health.
And yet, I'm so sedentary that I still cannot hit my target without the help of some planned physical exercise!
Day 1: Logged 8000 steps, but only because I went on a 50 minutes walk in the evening to boost my step count.
Day 2: Only logged a paltry 5000 steps. Luckily, it was gym night, so after 40 minutes of hard going on the cross training, I ended the day with 12000 steps.
Day 3: 6000 steps. No walk, no gym, just a normal couch potato day.
It's currently 5pm and I have only logged 4500 steps. I don't really have the motivation to go to the gym today, but looking at the number of steps, I'm starting to wonder if perhaps I should.
It's funny how when you've actually set a goal, you have this insatiable urge to achieve it. Now that I actually have this target of 10,000 steps a day, I find myself more willing to walk around the office. In fact, finding various excuses of things that I need to get done that requires me to walk.
Or maybe I'm just realising how inactive I am and that I perhaps need to move more for the sake of my health.
And yet, I'm so sedentary that I still cannot hit my target without the help of some planned physical exercise!
Tuesday, 27 September 2011
Three reasons why I love spring
- It promises the arrival of summer (read: warmth).
- I don't have to leave the office in the dark.
- All the pretty flowers that start to bloom . . .
And for the one big reason why I would rather we skipped spring and went straight to summer? Runny noses and itchy eyes.
Oh hayfever, how I wish you and Spring weren't such good friends.
Why do they call it hayfever anyway?
I guess hay may have something to do with its historical origins, but fever? The only thing warm about me during a hayfever attack are my nose and eyes from all that friction of rubbing them!
Monday, 26 September 2011
Change . . . and Facebook
So those with Facebook accounts would have noticed some changes recently. No, this is not a post about whether the changes are good or bad, but about the reaction that Facebook receives whenever it makes a change. Two words:
Facebook Sucks.
Having been an early-ish adopter of Facebook, I have seen the social network site go through numerous changes over the last years. Yes, some of them were a little dubious. Others were simply . . . different.
And it seems that that's precisely what gets everybody heated up. "Why can't Facebook keep things the way it was before?"; "This new [insert appropriate feature] is so stupid. I preferred the old feature" and "Stop changing, Facebook" are the common complaints that pop up all over Facebook and the rest of the internet whenever something new happens.
But seriously, are the changes really that bad? Or is it the change in itself that's bad?
Yes, making a change requires us to change in response. But isn't that something to be embraced? It keeps things fresh and in the process, we might end up discovering something new!
The thing about these changes and the response is that after a month or so, the kerfuffle dies down, everybody lives with the current situation until the next change comes along and it starts all over again.
What about simply taking the change in your stride instead of wasting your energy complaining about it?
And if you really think Facebook sucks, why are you still on Facebook?
Facebook Sucks.
Having been an early-ish adopter of Facebook, I have seen the social network site go through numerous changes over the last years. Yes, some of them were a little dubious. Others were simply . . . different.
And it seems that that's precisely what gets everybody heated up. "Why can't Facebook keep things the way it was before?"; "This new [insert appropriate feature] is so stupid. I preferred the old feature" and "Stop changing, Facebook" are the common complaints that pop up all over Facebook and the rest of the internet whenever something new happens.
But seriously, are the changes really that bad? Or is it the change in itself that's bad?
Yes, making a change requires us to change in response. But isn't that something to be embraced? It keeps things fresh and in the process, we might end up discovering something new!
The thing about these changes and the response is that after a month or so, the kerfuffle dies down, everybody lives with the current situation until the next change comes along and it starts all over again.
What about simply taking the change in your stride instead of wasting your energy complaining about it?
And if you really think Facebook sucks, why are you still on Facebook?
Thursday, 1 September 2011
It's a rap
Even if you don't believe in Christianity, I reckon this video may be of interest purely from its editorial point of view. And I have a weakness for cool raps that I can actually understand.
Wednesday, 3 August 2011
Josh Cunningham: Singing a New Song
Published in Signs of the Times, August 2011.
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Wednesday, 20 July 2011
East Africa Drought
photo courtesy of http://www.redcross.org.au/AfricaAppeal.htm
I am ashamed to say that life has gotten so hectic lately that I have failed to keep up with what's happening around the world. Thankfully, exercising on the cross-trainer at the gym gives me some opportunity to catch up a little bit on my news and that was when I came across this rather sad piece yesterday.
Africa is in strife. Again.
Yes, it happens way too often and it can be quite demoralising. I guess more for them than for us, considering they're living through it. But it just makes me sad that no matter how hard (or little?) we try to help, it still doesn't seem to make a difference.
But this doesn't mean we should stop helping. No indeed. Coz if we did, then they wouldn't even get that little bit of help. I'd like to believe that it's simply about helping, not about the quantity. So even if it means helping only one person, it's still helping that one person.
Anyway, the latest is that Kenya and Somalia are in drought and people are starving to death. From what I heard, it's the worst food shortage they've faced in 60 years. Which probably makes it on an even worse scale than in the 1980s when your parents started saying, "Don't waste food, there are starving children in Ethiopia."
It's bad. People are hungry. They are going to aid organisations for help but these aid organisations are not equipped enough to help the overwhelming number of people.
Will you help?
Sunday, 17 July 2011
Why I'm a chick and I do NOT dig Bruno Mars' Marry You*
Have you heard the lyrics?
I mean, really listen to it, besides the part where he's crooning "I want to marry yoooooou" to wedding bells chiming in the background?
This is the guy who wants to marry this girl because:
But the sad thing is...it's got a rather catchy tune...*walks off humming*
*This blog has largely been inspired by the fact that every time I hear Marry You on the radio, the DJ almost always preface it by "All the girls love this song..." or something along those lines.
I mean, really listen to it, besides the part where he's crooning "I want to marry yoooooou" to wedding bells chiming in the background?
This is the guy who wants to marry this girl because:
- He's looking for "something dumb to do"
- He's proposing getting married at a dinky chapel because then "no one will know"
- Oh, they both happen to be "trashed"
- And what's this about "If we wake up and you wanna break up that’s cool"?!?!
But the sad thing is...it's got a rather catchy tune...*walks off humming*
*This blog has largely been inspired by the fact that every time I hear Marry You on the radio, the DJ almost always preface it by "All the girls love this song..." or something along those lines.
Tuesday, 12 July 2011
Gnomeo
Now this is what I call a truly quick knit. And the best bit? I pretty much made up the pattern. It's a really simply pattern, but considering I had never done pattern designing before, I'm pleased that it didn't turn out looking stupid.
Well, ok, not stupid in the "it looks munted" kind of way. I'm not going to debate the other kind of stupid.
It basically involved doing some ribbing at the start (knitting in the round), doing some stockinette stitches for a while, and then doing some basic decreases and finishing with an i-cord. Viola!
I was going for gnome. But I think it kinda looks gumnut-ish too.
Pattern here.
Thursday, 7 July 2011
Saturday, 2 July 2011
Brother Beanie
This was in theory meant to be a pretty quick knit. All I really had to do was knit a few rows of garter stitches in the round, move on to stockinette and then proceed to decrease. The ear flaps are then added afterwards.
However, there were a few hiccups:
- Between uni and work, I was finding it really hard to garner up enough motivation to finish it. So what would have taken a couple of weeks at the most ended up taking a couple of months.
- My DPns were not quite long enough to hold all the stitches, so it was quite fiddly trying to ensure the stitches didn't fall off while I was knitting (a few did fall off in the end, I simply tied knots on the inside to ensure they didn't unravel).
- I misread the pattern somehow when I finally had some holidays from uni and was visiting D's sister's family in Tassie. Our flight home was delayed because of the Chilean ash cloud. Luckily, we were flying Virgin, so we had no flight cancellation, only a delay because of some heavy fog cover, which meant ample knitting time. As a result of misreading the pattern however, I ended up knitting more rows than needed (the time I took to knit up those extra unwanted rows could probably have been used to finish it).
- I didn't realise I had misread the pattern while on a long car ride and continued to add to the rows. It wasn't until a friend mentioned that the beanie looked like it was complete that I decided to take a long hard look at the beanie and that was when I discovered it was simply going to be ginormous. And so began the joyful task of unpicking.
So discounting the mistakes and the fact that the beanie may be a touch too big circumference-wise, it was a really easy and quick knit. I can definitely see myself making more of these beanies.
"Kim's Hats" pattern from Last-Minute Knitted Gifts
Wednesday, 15 June 2011
Paradise No More?
Article written as part of a subject for my Master of Publishing course.
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If you prefer not to download the pdf, article text is as follows:
Paradise No More?
Before Muhammad founded Islam, he lived with a Bedouin family in the desert, folks who had long ago associated verdant oases with paradise. That idea remained with Muhammad and green has become Islam’s traditional colour, a promise of blessings and happiness. But is trouble brewing in paradise?
The global debate is rife and often negative when it comes to discussions about what rights Muslim women have. This is fuelled by frequent media reports on stories such as women as young as 12 who are forced to marry their first cousins and the strict sharia laws that support “honour killing” for women who defy the tight rein husbands, fathers and brothers have over them.
And the perception is not only that Muslim women have no rights, but also that they willingly choose to relinquish them. As politician Bronwyn Bishop puts it in a 2005 interview with ABC radio, “Some people are comfortable in a position of being a slave. Some people can’t deal with the choices that freedom offers.”
How can all of that be called paradise?
“Don’t wear the hijab”
Surprisingly, the idea that Islam is a religion that restricts women is preposterous to many young Muslim women in Australia. “Why would someone accept to be oppressed?” asks Sydney University law student Ruveyda Ozturk, whose father is an imam (an Islamic spiritual leader).
22-year-old Ozturk, who was born in Turkey and moved to Australia with her family when she was 10, believes that any woman who actually understands the teachings of Islam will never find it oppressive. “[Oppression] definitely doesn’t form the religion itself. I really haven’t felt that kind of oppression at any stage when it comes to my family,” she says.
Rahil Ansari, 24, agrees. Although raised in a family with a Muslim background, Ansari only chose to practice Islam eight years ago and cites this ability to choose her religion and who she married as examples of the kind of freedom that Muslim women experience.
“My dad had a big issue the day I decided to wear the scarf. He almost gave me a lecture as to why I shouldn’t be wearing it,” Ansari says of the hijab, a symbol used by many to prove that Muslim women are forced to do things against their will.
Hidden agendas
As Waleed Aly, author of People Like Us: How Arrogance is Dividing Islam and the West, suggests, the current Western fixation on and perhaps exaggeration about the oppression of Muslim women is a political issue. And it started, he argues, when America needed ammunition for justifying their “War on Terror”. The need to ensure the rights of women in Afghanistan was a convenient excuse, considering Western politicians show little concern about “child sex slavery in Thailand, dowry burnings in India, or the selective abortion of females that occurs throughout the world”.
Of course, the idea that Muslim men clutch the rights of their female counterparts with a deathlike grip is not without some justification, as seen in the laws passed by the Taliban while in power in Afghanistan. Women were not allowed to work, be educated or even walk the streets freely without donning a burqa and accompanied by a male blood relative, and public executions and flogging of women were common.
However, “the patriarchal elements within Muslim communities are…sociological rather than theological,” says Dr Shakira Hussein, a postdoctoral researcher specialising in issues surrounding Islam and gender at the University of Melbourne.
“Some things are being done in the name of a particular version of Islam but I don’t think it’s the religion that generates that…the patriarchal readings of Islam are not inherent to it.”
Ansari, who was born in Afghanistan, agrees. “There’s a verse in the Koran, it says ‘there is no compulsion in religion’. That pretty much tells you that you can't oppress someone and you can’t make someone do something that they don’t want to do,” she says. The Taliban, she believes, is an extreme example of what the religion would be, if interpreted wrongly.
“It boils your blood when you think of some of the stuff [the extremists] say. Where did they get these teachings from? Are we reading the same book?”
Women’s playground
The Koran, according to Ozturk, does put certain restrictions on females that could be seen as oppressive, especially if taken from a Western point of view – Muslim women are not allowed to date (by a Western definition) and are required to dress modestly.
“If your parents tell you not to have a boyfriend, it doesn’t mean they’re oppressing you in an Islamic sense,” Ozturk says. “I don’t see it as a form of oppression but as a way of instilling in you the right values and standards so that you are able to observe your faith.”
Ozturk agrees that this prescription of what one should do or wear can be a form of oppression if done in the extreme. But she also believes that in general, Muslim women are not voiceless puppets and are in fact held in high regard within their community.
So while it’s usually Muslim men who dominate discussions on Islam matters, the female interest is present because of the woman’s “important position as the head of the family in the household” and the influence that she wields.
This lack of female representation in the leadership context is of concern to Hussein. While many organisations may have formed to address the needs of Muslim women, she sees it as a form of “rather than let the girls in to play with the big boys, let’s give them a little playground of their own”.
But this playground is, Hussein admits, not without its benefits. As she speaks to the Muslim women involved in such organisations, she discovers that often they are able to adopt better strategies to address issues that affect women than if it were left to the men.
“In my life and in my experiences as being a Muslim, I have never felt that my voice hasn’t been heard. When we’re making decisions, we do them in consultation with all of us,” says Ansari, who works with both Muslim men and women in her work in the Affinity Intercultural Foundation, an organisation that tries to increase awareness of the Muslim community, its religion and culture.
Perspectives
“If you were to understand the religion, understand the wisdom behind why people practice it the way they do, and why people instil the values that they instil within their lives, then you realise that it’s normal, it’s acceptable and it actually means a valuable lifestyle for these people,” Ozturk says. “Even though from a Western approach, it might not seem like that in the first instance.”
Hussein, Ozturk and Ansari, all intelligent, assertive and successful women in their own right, are quick to point out that they would not be Muslim if the religion were indeed oppressive to women. In fact, Ansari says, “My religion empowers me as a woman. It’s like a divine right to be here. God has commanded me to do certain things and it makes you feel empowered [knowing that]”.
And so Islam still holds the promises of blessings and happiness that Muhammad taught. Islam is still a pathway to paradise for all those who follow it. The question is, when outsiders look at Islam, whose interpretation and whose cultural context are they doing it through?
“There is no oppression…but when you lack a conversation [with Muslims], you’re open for all sorts of misunderstandings and misinterpretations,” Ozturk says.
Tuesday, 31 May 2011
Jessica Rowe on Love, Wisdom and Motherhood
Published in Signs of the Times, May 2011.
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Saturday, 14 May 2011
First cookies
It was a natural progression - after all the cupcakes I was baking, I had to attempt cookies (in January this year, I'm only talking about it now). But no, these weren't going to be your normal choc chip cookies, they had to be choc chunk cookies.
The main reason why I used chunks of Cadbury's milk chocolate (and white chocolate. Yum!) had more to do with economy than anything. On special, they actually cost less than choc chips. And so I cut up two blocks of chocolate and mixed them into the batter. Utter decadence. Mmmm.
After about 15 minutes...
Turns out generous amount of cookie batter on baking tray becomes ginormous-sized cookies when baked. And experienced bakers would know this, but I learned it the hard (no pun intended!) way - cookies become harder after they've been taken out of the oven and cooled.
So if you like soft, chewy cookies, don't take them out of the oven when they've reached the right consistency. Do it before. Naturally, these cookies were a little on the crispy side. But I know for next time - less than 10 minutes it is!
I would share the recipe, except I took it off the net and have no idea where to find it again (I did write it down in my recipe book, silly. I just can't hyperlink it). But it's a typical cookie recipe and if you really want it, let me know and I'll send it to you.
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